Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Circle ❯ Puddles ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vampire Louis 
Yohji's thoughts slowly begin to consume him more and more...Aya's awareness of the situation hightens along with his denial.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 754 | Status: Completed
Yohji's thoughts slowly begin to consume him more and more...Aya's awareness of the situation hightens along with his denial.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 754 | Status: Completed
Title: Endless Circle
Chapter: 2 - Puddles
Rated: PG (thus so far...)
Warnings: So far hints of shounen-ai (AxY aka RxY)
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Wiess or the song Bury My Lovely and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Other: Bury My Lovely is by a wonderful group called: October Project. Yeah... they're great.
**~*~**
Cover the mirror
hide in your dreams
forget they told you
forget what it means
**~*~**
With a smile upon his lips, Yohji stepped into the flower shop and glanced about. They all were working today which meant that it would undoubtedly be a full shop and a busy day. Wonderful. Yohji pulled on an apron before he glanced outside. The sky was dark and rather ominous - yet another grey sky morning that whispered to him distant promises of water kisses to come. He was growing rather fond of rainy days because with the rain came dark clouds and with dark clouds came a lack of sunlight. Yohji, by all means, was a creature of the night and though he once used to like the sun... no longer could he bare it's brilliant glaring rays of light. The sun helped things grow but it would never give life to things long since dead and for that... he hated it. Yohji's smile turned bitter and he looked back to the flowers that Aya was watering silently in vain... they were going to die... why did Aya insist on saving them?
"Yohji! Are you going to do anything or just stand around all day?" Ken huffed a little, Ken would have rather been somewhere else then here... wouldn't they all?
"Sure, I'll do something..." Yohji retorted, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette before walking towards the door, "I'll take a smoking break."
Omi glanced up from the flowers he was arranging on the shelf, "Yohji-kun!" He nearly shouted with the hint of exasperation in his normally all-to-cheery voice, " You just got here... you can't take a smoking break now! We need your help..."
But for Omi the complaint was futile... he was talking to air - Yohji had already vanished into the outside world. Ken's face grew red and he would've followed Yohji out if Aya hadn't put a hand on Ken's shoulder to stop him. Ken turned to faced Aya head on but quickly backed down when he felt ice stabbing at his very core straight from Aya's glare. Aya always had that nice effect on people. Still faintly miffed, Ken walked into the back room to take care of "something he had to do". It was really an excuse to go blow off some steam but Ken was too proud to admit that and the others, quit frankly, didn't care a great deal if he told them that's what he was going to do or not.
~*~
Yohji sat outside and watched the sky with ever so careful eyes. Green emeralds sparkled faintly as he sighed and flicked his cigarette away from himself just as the rain started in. The weather copied his mood as if to mock him though he did not scowl at it for doing so. Instead he let his heavy eyelids fall over his weary eyes while his tensed up muscles began to relax. Whenever he closed his eyes and felt the rain upon him... he almost felt human again. Almost. With the way things were currently going one could predict that he would never feel entirely human again... no matter what he or anyone else did for him, Yohji was a walking ghost and hardly a formal shell of himself. All too often had he confused himself on days that he stopped to ask himself why he was even bothering to go on. He didn't have an answer for what he realized was this: he had nothing left to live for.
The ran fell as if to be tears from the sky, shedding its grief for this broken man. No, not even the sky would truly ever shed tears for Yohji... he was a lost cause and even he, of all people, knew it. A shiver ran down his spine as the cold water enveloped him and tried it's hardest to wash away the darkness that had collected within him. How strange he found comfort in the falling drops of water that he had not been able to find comfort in before. He must have been losing it. Rain didn't have emotions. Rain didn't care... it soothed some and killed others... just like Aya.
Aya and the rain. Now there was a bizarre comparison. Yohji shook his head but Aya was too deeply rooted within his muzzled brain that he couldn't rid himself of the fragmented images just yet. Leaning into the brick wall a little he finally surrendered to his thoughts, not nearly having enough energy or care to fight them off. Those violet eyes, how often had he caught them being flashed in his direction? Just a few times but, he wondered, how many times had they been flashed in his direction and he had not caught it?
"Yohji..." His eyes opened once more and what he saw was nothing more then an over sympathetic heart.
"Yeah Omi?"
"Are you okay?"
Yohji pushed himself off the wall and put on his best grin, "Of course, bishounen." Now that was more Yohji-like. Or at least more Yohji-like before the internal pain had began to cripple him and all of who he was.
Omi blushed, "We're opening the shop now, could you come in and help us now if you're sure you're feeling okay..."
Oh Omi. Such an innocent at times. He honestly cared too much for his own good... or perhaps cared too much about others and not too much about himself. Omi was almost always full of good cheer and motivational ways. Yohji took off the pair of dark sunglasses from on top of his head and put them on his face to cover his eyes that were beginning to show his weakness. Omi was a strange thing indeed. That smile of his could give someone a tiny ray of hope and help the dreamless dream again. Yohji turned and began his journey back towards the shop. He'd kill the person who took Omi's smile away.
The shop was quiet. A first. Omi entered the shop shortly after he did then turned the 'Closed' sign over so it said 'Open'. It was going to be another "fun filled" day of working at the flower shop. Yohji rolled his eyes and walked behind the counter... today he would man the register for a bit so that he at least had a counter between him and the raved fan girls that would come. Later he'd probably kick out whoever is working the back room already in order to take their place so he could spend more time by himself. Kodou Yohji was not in the mood to play today.
The end of the day hadn't come soon enough. Yohji had done some sweeping and was naturally the first person out of the shop. It was the fact that Yohji had actually -done- work that caught Aya and Omi's attention. Omi had watched him go and his brows knitted together for a moment in hard concentration as he mulled over his thoughts. Something was definitely wrong with Yohji. He smiled but behind that joker's smile there was something very wrong.
"Ne... Aya-kun..." Omi said quietly after the shop had settled from Yohji's hasty departure.
"Have you noticed a change in Yohji-kun?"
Aya faltered and Omi saw it, "No." He said quickly to cover up his fault but it was too late.
"Yes you do." Omi insisted then looked back towards the door as if to see Yohji in it, "He's not himself lately... I'm starting to get worried about him."
"He's probably suffering from sleep deprivation because he goes out too much. Or comes in too much." Aya snorted bitterly.
Omi went quiet. Perhaps that was it. Maybe Yohji was just suffering from sleep deprivation? As much as Omi wanted to believe that, it simply didn't settle on him right. No, there -was- something very very wrong with Yohji and deep inside himself, Omi new that it was hurting Yohji much more then he let on.
Another mission came and went. On the way home, Yohji could tell that everyone was a bit distraught, or rather really distracted by their own thoughts. Imagine that. When they had finally reached the place they called their home there was a small scuffle over who would get the showers first but naturally Aya won, then Omi, then Ken, then Yohji. Last. He -always- got the shower last. And of course the water was like ice when he got to the shower, but once Yohji got over his initial stream of cursing the first three users and their mothers, he relaxed and was grateful he could shower at all. The cold water washed away the blood and grime of the mission like it was washing away the last traces of the person he'd rather not be until the next kill.
Wearily he turned off the water and just stood in there, letting the droplets of water slide off his lankey body that he had always took such good care of. Not really for himself anymore, but for everyone else. The general public, women, lovers, Kritiker and....
Yohji stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off, leaving his hair wet instead of blow-drying it tonight; he was too tired to really take care of it like he normally did. He wrapped the towel around his waist then stepped out of the bathroom and shivered as the ice cold air rushed to meet him. He sighed while walking towards his room that called to him and begged him to come and spend some darker hours inside of it. His room would always be his little get away... his sanctuary.
He paused at Aya's open door, which was almost never open, and glanced in to see Aya sitting in the window sill staring at the night. Moonlight played off of Aya's soft and hauntingly beautiful features that he knew could, and probably would, turn to ice in an instant. A shield. A protective layer to keep anyone from getting too close. Aya wasn't nearly as cold as he pretended to be but he was so convincing that he even had Yohji fooled for the longest time. Or at least up until the other night when Aya touched him... Aya had accidentally given away one of his biggest secrets despite himself. Aya actually cared. As if the man could hear the loud thoughts in his head, Aya turned and let his violet eyes burn into Yohji's jade ones once more while a heavy silence settled upon them.
"Thanks for covering my back..." Yohji murmured softly at last, anything to break the silence.
"If you didn't screw up so much, I wouldn't have to cover your back all the time." Aya muttered bitterly before turning his eyes back towards the window; wincing slightly as did so for he almost instantly regretted saying that.
Yohji blinked and his lips parted to speak though nothing left his mouth but rather, simply died in his throat and he left it that way. With Aya, silence was always best. After all, what was there he could have said? Thanks for being the light of my life, Ayan? He shook his head and with a sigh turned away. No, maybe another day, he wasn't in the mood for more confrontation.
Yohji frowned and turned away, walking the rest of the way to his room where he slipped into a pair of silk boxers then crawled into bed to sleep. Minutes turned to hours and still sleep would not come for him. But of course, there was not rest for the wicked. His eyes wandered over to the window to watch the sky outside and distract himself from falling into the hole more then he already had. How much larger could it grow? How much larger -would- it grow? Was there any way of stopping it? Aya. Aya had stopped it for just a moment. Maybe that's what he needed. A cruel smile twisted upon his lips at the irony of the situation he had recently found himself in. The ice queen was the one person who had the power to make his pain end but it was that very person who he wanted the least and who wanted him the least. He rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. Life was for the masochists.
"Yohji! Time to get up, you have morning shift!" He could hear Ken's voice pull him out of his sleep.
The sunlight peeked through parts of his blinds that covered his window and gave him the knowledge that he lived through another night. Damn. Yohji rolled over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes; pulling one out and lighting up with the hope that maybe he'd get cancer someday. The smoke filled his lungs and left in a puff of grey. People died of cancer at least. The lucky ones, anyway.
If you didn't screw up so much, I wouldn't have to cover your back all the time.
Thanks Aya.
~*~
tbc...
Chapter: 2 - Puddles
Rated: PG (thus so far...)
Warnings: So far hints of shounen-ai (AxY aka RxY)
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Wiess or the song Bury My Lovely and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Other: Bury My Lovely is by a wonderful group called: October Project. Yeah... they're great.
**~*~**
Cover the mirror
hide in your dreams
forget they told you
forget what it means
**~*~**
With a smile upon his lips, Yohji stepped into the flower shop and glanced about. They all were working today which meant that it would undoubtedly be a full shop and a busy day. Wonderful. Yohji pulled on an apron before he glanced outside. The sky was dark and rather ominous - yet another grey sky morning that whispered to him distant promises of water kisses to come. He was growing rather fond of rainy days because with the rain came dark clouds and with dark clouds came a lack of sunlight. Yohji, by all means, was a creature of the night and though he once used to like the sun... no longer could he bare it's brilliant glaring rays of light. The sun helped things grow but it would never give life to things long since dead and for that... he hated it. Yohji's smile turned bitter and he looked back to the flowers that Aya was watering silently in vain... they were going to die... why did Aya insist on saving them?
"Yohji! Are you going to do anything or just stand around all day?" Ken huffed a little, Ken would have rather been somewhere else then here... wouldn't they all?
"Sure, I'll do something..." Yohji retorted, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette before walking towards the door, "I'll take a smoking break."
Omi glanced up from the flowers he was arranging on the shelf, "Yohji-kun!" He nearly shouted with the hint of exasperation in his normally all-to-cheery voice, " You just got here... you can't take a smoking break now! We need your help..."
But for Omi the complaint was futile... he was talking to air - Yohji had already vanished into the outside world. Ken's face grew red and he would've followed Yohji out if Aya hadn't put a hand on Ken's shoulder to stop him. Ken turned to faced Aya head on but quickly backed down when he felt ice stabbing at his very core straight from Aya's glare. Aya always had that nice effect on people. Still faintly miffed, Ken walked into the back room to take care of "something he had to do". It was really an excuse to go blow off some steam but Ken was too proud to admit that and the others, quit frankly, didn't care a great deal if he told them that's what he was going to do or not.
~*~
Yohji sat outside and watched the sky with ever so careful eyes. Green emeralds sparkled faintly as he sighed and flicked his cigarette away from himself just as the rain started in. The weather copied his mood as if to mock him though he did not scowl at it for doing so. Instead he let his heavy eyelids fall over his weary eyes while his tensed up muscles began to relax. Whenever he closed his eyes and felt the rain upon him... he almost felt human again. Almost. With the way things were currently going one could predict that he would never feel entirely human again... no matter what he or anyone else did for him, Yohji was a walking ghost and hardly a formal shell of himself. All too often had he confused himself on days that he stopped to ask himself why he was even bothering to go on. He didn't have an answer for what he realized was this: he had nothing left to live for.
The ran fell as if to be tears from the sky, shedding its grief for this broken man. No, not even the sky would truly ever shed tears for Yohji... he was a lost cause and even he, of all people, knew it. A shiver ran down his spine as the cold water enveloped him and tried it's hardest to wash away the darkness that had collected within him. How strange he found comfort in the falling drops of water that he had not been able to find comfort in before. He must have been losing it. Rain didn't have emotions. Rain didn't care... it soothed some and killed others... just like Aya.
Aya and the rain. Now there was a bizarre comparison. Yohji shook his head but Aya was too deeply rooted within his muzzled brain that he couldn't rid himself of the fragmented images just yet. Leaning into the brick wall a little he finally surrendered to his thoughts, not nearly having enough energy or care to fight them off. Those violet eyes, how often had he caught them being flashed in his direction? Just a few times but, he wondered, how many times had they been flashed in his direction and he had not caught it?
"Yohji..." His eyes opened once more and what he saw was nothing more then an over sympathetic heart.
"Yeah Omi?"
"Are you okay?"
Yohji pushed himself off the wall and put on his best grin, "Of course, bishounen." Now that was more Yohji-like. Or at least more Yohji-like before the internal pain had began to cripple him and all of who he was.
Omi blushed, "We're opening the shop now, could you come in and help us now if you're sure you're feeling okay..."
Oh Omi. Such an innocent at times. He honestly cared too much for his own good... or perhaps cared too much about others and not too much about himself. Omi was almost always full of good cheer and motivational ways. Yohji took off the pair of dark sunglasses from on top of his head and put them on his face to cover his eyes that were beginning to show his weakness. Omi was a strange thing indeed. That smile of his could give someone a tiny ray of hope and help the dreamless dream again. Yohji turned and began his journey back towards the shop. He'd kill the person who took Omi's smile away.
The shop was quiet. A first. Omi entered the shop shortly after he did then turned the 'Closed' sign over so it said 'Open'. It was going to be another "fun filled" day of working at the flower shop. Yohji rolled his eyes and walked behind the counter... today he would man the register for a bit so that he at least had a counter between him and the raved fan girls that would come. Later he'd probably kick out whoever is working the back room already in order to take their place so he could spend more time by himself. Kodou Yohji was not in the mood to play today.
The end of the day hadn't come soon enough. Yohji had done some sweeping and was naturally the first person out of the shop. It was the fact that Yohji had actually -done- work that caught Aya and Omi's attention. Omi had watched him go and his brows knitted together for a moment in hard concentration as he mulled over his thoughts. Something was definitely wrong with Yohji. He smiled but behind that joker's smile there was something very wrong.
"Ne... Aya-kun..." Omi said quietly after the shop had settled from Yohji's hasty departure.
"Have you noticed a change in Yohji-kun?"
Aya faltered and Omi saw it, "No." He said quickly to cover up his fault but it was too late.
"Yes you do." Omi insisted then looked back towards the door as if to see Yohji in it, "He's not himself lately... I'm starting to get worried about him."
"He's probably suffering from sleep deprivation because he goes out too much. Or comes in too much." Aya snorted bitterly.
Omi went quiet. Perhaps that was it. Maybe Yohji was just suffering from sleep deprivation? As much as Omi wanted to believe that, it simply didn't settle on him right. No, there -was- something very very wrong with Yohji and deep inside himself, Omi new that it was hurting Yohji much more then he let on.
Another mission came and went. On the way home, Yohji could tell that everyone was a bit distraught, or rather really distracted by their own thoughts. Imagine that. When they had finally reached the place they called their home there was a small scuffle over who would get the showers first but naturally Aya won, then Omi, then Ken, then Yohji. Last. He -always- got the shower last. And of course the water was like ice when he got to the shower, but once Yohji got over his initial stream of cursing the first three users and their mothers, he relaxed and was grateful he could shower at all. The cold water washed away the blood and grime of the mission like it was washing away the last traces of the person he'd rather not be until the next kill.
Wearily he turned off the water and just stood in there, letting the droplets of water slide off his lankey body that he had always took such good care of. Not really for himself anymore, but for everyone else. The general public, women, lovers, Kritiker and....
Yohji stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off, leaving his hair wet instead of blow-drying it tonight; he was too tired to really take care of it like he normally did. He wrapped the towel around his waist then stepped out of the bathroom and shivered as the ice cold air rushed to meet him. He sighed while walking towards his room that called to him and begged him to come and spend some darker hours inside of it. His room would always be his little get away... his sanctuary.
He paused at Aya's open door, which was almost never open, and glanced in to see Aya sitting in the window sill staring at the night. Moonlight played off of Aya's soft and hauntingly beautiful features that he knew could, and probably would, turn to ice in an instant. A shield. A protective layer to keep anyone from getting too close. Aya wasn't nearly as cold as he pretended to be but he was so convincing that he even had Yohji fooled for the longest time. Or at least up until the other night when Aya touched him... Aya had accidentally given away one of his biggest secrets despite himself. Aya actually cared. As if the man could hear the loud thoughts in his head, Aya turned and let his violet eyes burn into Yohji's jade ones once more while a heavy silence settled upon them.
"Thanks for covering my back..." Yohji murmured softly at last, anything to break the silence.
"If you didn't screw up so much, I wouldn't have to cover your back all the time." Aya muttered bitterly before turning his eyes back towards the window; wincing slightly as did so for he almost instantly regretted saying that.
Yohji blinked and his lips parted to speak though nothing left his mouth but rather, simply died in his throat and he left it that way. With Aya, silence was always best. After all, what was there he could have said? Thanks for being the light of my life, Ayan? He shook his head and with a sigh turned away. No, maybe another day, he wasn't in the mood for more confrontation.
Yohji frowned and turned away, walking the rest of the way to his room where he slipped into a pair of silk boxers then crawled into bed to sleep. Minutes turned to hours and still sleep would not come for him. But of course, there was not rest for the wicked. His eyes wandered over to the window to watch the sky outside and distract himself from falling into the hole more then he already had. How much larger could it grow? How much larger -would- it grow? Was there any way of stopping it? Aya. Aya had stopped it for just a moment. Maybe that's what he needed. A cruel smile twisted upon his lips at the irony of the situation he had recently found himself in. The ice queen was the one person who had the power to make his pain end but it was that very person who he wanted the least and who wanted him the least. He rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. Life was for the masochists.
"Yohji! Time to get up, you have morning shift!" He could hear Ken's voice pull him out of his sleep.
The sunlight peeked through parts of his blinds that covered his window and gave him the knowledge that he lived through another night. Damn. Yohji rolled over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes; pulling one out and lighting up with the hope that maybe he'd get cancer someday. The smoke filled his lungs and left in a puff of grey. People died of cancer at least. The lucky ones, anyway.
If you didn't screw up so much, I wouldn't have to cover your back all the time.
Thanks Aya.
~*~
tbc...